So I guess I should begin by telling what happened to me! I warn you, it's kind of...really dumb the way I broke my leg. Okay, so it was New Year's and I was hanging out with a couple friends. After midnight we all went outside to walk around my friends apartment complex. There's a patio area outside with like picnic tables for anyone to sit at, but that area is elevated from the sidewalk by two or three feet. We were all up there for awhile, just hanging out, then we decided we should probably go back to the apartment. Well, I was a liiittle hyper and started jogging to the edge of the wall, planning to jump off and continue on. That unfortunately didn't go according to plan....I jumped and landed with all my weight pretty much on my straightened left leg, and collapsed crying.

I knew right away something was wrong because I couldn't move my leg at all without being in agonizing pain. My poor friend had to carry me up two flights of stairs to get me back into the apartment. Thank goodness for having boys around! Anyway, long story short, I went home the next day which was forty miles away in a different town. (This town is so small that it doesn't have a hospital.) And I thought I was just badly sprained. So I stayed home for six days with what I didn't know then, was a tibial plateau fracure. Finally my family forced me to go to the ER. It's kind of funny though how much I didn't want to go to the hospital because before I went, I went to a meeting for the new job I was supposed to start.